happy cows come from california…

The skinny on this post:  Happy Cows Come from California.  ‘Nuff said.  Eat cheese, drink milk, and be merry.

Taken with the Canon Powershot G12 on our way up to Santa Rosa, CA via Highway 1.  Indeed, the hills are alive, with the sound of…cows.

I don’t know about you, but I think that these cows look like some of the happiest cows I have ever seen.  How could you not be happy when you live in such beautiful sun-drenched scenery?  This reminds me of a mildly related, brief poem by a dear friend of mine:

I wish I were a glowworm

For they are never glum.

How can you be unhappy

When the sun shines out your bum?